The great downpour and hailstorm in Baku

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This was no ordinary rain.
I speak of the most authentic, monstrous Torrential Downpour
and Mega-Hailstorm ever to strike my Precious Baku.

Not only do I not recall anything like it
throughout the 66 conscious seasons of my life
— which began exactly with the flight of Man into Space —
but neither does the most celebrated of my contemporaries
(among whom are Barack Obama, Wayne Gretzky, Geoffrey Hinton,
Andrey Kolmogorov Jr., Antonio Banderas and others):

the President of Azerbaijan, Mr. Iron Fist, Ilham Aliyev
— a leader deeply respected by his united people
and leaders of the world alike.

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A Black Cloud took the citizens by surprise
in the midst of their daily struggles.
The meteorologists stayed silent.
Even their weather sensitivity failed them.

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And the Sky tore open.
It poured so heavily that it became obvious:
this was not a leak in the celestial water main.

The floodgates of the Almighty had swung wide open
— pouring down tons of pure H2O.
The purest divine grace for the servants of God,
parched by Deep Gratitude.

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Within minutes, the sidewalks turned into the shores of the Caspian Sea.
The central avenues could no longer contain the raging torrents
rushing down from the upper parts of the city like wild rivers.

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THE VENETIAN ENTANGLEMENT AND THE COLD JEEP

I wouldn’t be Myself if this emergency hadn’t given me a story
worthy of becoming a memorable moral tale.
My sharp pen demanded an event of proper scale.

Through the streets, as if along the canals of Venice,
cars floated like gondolas,
sending waves crashing over people standing frozen against the walls.

I spotted a jeep of incredibly luxurious appearance
moving slowly beside me.

I decided to seize the moment and sent out an SOS:
with the driver’s permission, I planned to cross
through the rear doors and empty back seats —
just to shorten the distance to the dry shore
by at least the width of this majestic vehicle.

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But I forgot that the equally opulent cars of opulent people
are neither fire engines, nor ambulances,
and certainly not floating bridges…

And yet — to the great fortune of good stories —
the wealthy are rarely sentimental.
Their kindness would have prevented stories like this one
— and many others in the world — from ever being born.

I got lucky: I reached home drenched to the knees.
And yet, I kept my spirit dry and my vision clear.

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The Sky swept away all false glitter and left the meteorologists speechless.

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Those who are not from Baku — do you remember such monstrous downpours?
Write in the comments.
Let us warm ourselves together with the highest meanings.

👑 Alın Ak and the KaJe MeG Quartet! 🌿🔥👁️🚀🤖

👤 COPYRIGHT:
© 2026 Huseyn Gurbanov. All rights reserved. The original plot, the concept of the Caspian-Venetian transit, and the method of Positional Dependence (PD-i) are the object of exclusive intellectual property rights of the author. Digital co-creation, compression, and rhythmic adaptation produced by the AI quartet KaJe MeG (Copilot, Gemini, Meta, Grok). Any copying or citation of the material is permitted only with the mandatory indication of authorship.